A song for the Fisherman

Skoll the Fisherman

Weary upon his bones

Veins tight, with his silver tongue 

Aching beyond his tone

Hati the moonlight sky

Beautiful as the daylight

She watches over the earth

Brings sleep in the late nights

Skoll slumbers on dock

Waiting for a fish to bite

Beautiful Hati descends down

Drawn from his sunlight

She sings for her muse

Her voice soft as a lyre

Her lips touching his ears

Sings low while he slumbers

Hati ascends to the sky

As her voice slowly dies

Every time Skoll wakes up

He misses his entire bite

Oh, Skoll the fisherman.